Challenge
And so it begins
Poetry or prose
ONCE MORE...
Do you feel that? That little adrenaline rush…the pre-rush rush? You always hold out hope that the battle won’t happen, somewhere in the deep recesses…the breathless anticipation seems to last forever. But then something happens... you never know what it’s gonna be, but something happens that seals it. Everyone knows. It’s on. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and there is no longer any “flight” left in you. The air tastes thick under the heavy sky…just aching to bleed.
…and thus, it begins.
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